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... tinued to stare at me.
Disposing of the ashes, the accumulated dregs of the shredded tobacco within the pipe, into a pot most likely used as an ashtray, she kept the pipe that had traces of her purple lipstick on it into a metal case and merely sighed.
After my explanation, Quince smoked her pipe as if pondering about something but it looked like she had finished collecting her thoughts,
“The blessing of the Goddess-sama huh … that Torerul-sama rumoured to be a slot ...
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